Collective poem from the Zoem online Poetry Reading group, July 3, 2020

What would you like to say to your country?
What does freedom mean to you?

My country, tears of thee, sweet?
Land of liberty?

Freedom to me is being unaffected by any oppression,
being able to have the right to exercise your rights.

America, when will we heal?
Sing your praises with joy and zest?

The secret is that freedom is free;
it’s the most freeing thing there is.

Dear America, you can’t have freedom
without facing your grief.

Dear America, true independence means interdependence,
the ones who paved the roads beneath our tires
on equal footing
with the woman who signs your paychecks,
the surgeon stitching together your sliced tendons,
the poet who reminds you of love.

Dear America, you are not as important
as you think you should be.

~by Zoem Poets